The man sitting in front of me looked nervous to say the least. His shaved head glistened with beads of sweat which had him dabbing his head and the side of his face with his handkerchief. The proud businessman had been reduced to a sweaty mess as he gazed at the cards lying innocently in front of him.
“A—Are you sure about this?” He asked, his brown eyes darting left and right as if looking for escape. But one could never escape destiny, no matter what they did.
“Of course, the cards are right here in front of you; the cards never lie.” I told him. I did not know what the man’s name was as he never told me. People seldom told me their names as no one wanted to associate with me. They thought if they told me their names then it would give me a chance to become familiar with them, and nobody wanted that. No one wanted to know me. All they cared about were the services I provided in times when all else failed.
“Bu—But how can this be possible. H—He is my best friend; how can he betray me?” I knew it was not easy to accept that someone close to you could stab you in the back but it happened all the time. I stayed silent, wanting my client to come to terms with this new revelation. I would not sympathize with him or tell him that everything was going to be all right. No one wanted that from me. To them, I was not human, so displaying human emotions did not benefit either of us.
“Is there anything I can do to prevent this? He is my partner; if he betrays me then all my hard work will go down the drain. I have to save my business,” he said, getting desperate.
“There is plenty you can do to prevent this. But everything comes with a price,” I replied, running my manicured nail over the deck of cards sitting next to the candles.
“Tell me what to do and don’t worry about the price.” The man took a deep breath, realizing that there was still hope.
“There is a spell which will change the intentions of your friend. He will decide to start his own business and will not steal yours. But it is a rather exhausting spell which will require a lot of ingredients for the ritual,” I said.
“When can you do the spell?” The man enquired, his eyes lighting up.
“I can do it tonight if you pay me right now,” I answered.
“Of course. I want you to do it right now if possible,” he said, taking out his wallet from the inside of his jacket.
“I perform my spells and rituals at night; I need to harness the power of the moon in order to do that,” I responded, watching him as he dropped a wad of cash in front of me.
“I do not care about how you perform your spells, lady. Just do it by tonight,” he stated, standing up.
“Of course. It shall be done.” I picked up the cash and stood up. “You will see the results in the morning.”
“I better or else you’ll be hearing from my lawyer,” he muttered before walking out without a farewell greeting.
I sighed before picking up the cards and putting them back in the deck. The moon would be out in a couple of hours and I would be able to perform the ritual then.
The cash in my hand caught my attention. The hefty amount should’ve made me happy but it was not money that brought me happiness. Yes, money was a necessity but that’s all it was. The one thing that could make me happy was something I did not believe I would ever get.
It was true when they said that love was necessary for happiness. At least, it was true for me. Mainly because people barely made eye contact with me. To them I was nothing but the evil incarnate, so they all avoided me. They only spoke to me when they wanted something from me, like stopping their friends from betraying them and what not.
I sighed before looking at the clock. I should probably start preparing for the ritual as it required a lot of ingredients, the first one being a picture of the man’s friend. I had asked him for a picture of his friend when he first came to me for a reading which was about a month ago. He was wondering who it was that was responsible for money laundering in his company. It took him a while to understand that his friend was not who he claimed to be.
However, a smile tugged at the corner of my lips when I saw my cat padding over to me. Circe was my best friend, well she was my only friend. Most people might think that having a cat for a best friend was weird and pathetic but she was all I had. And she was an amazing friend, better than any human. Circe understood me in ways no one else did nor did they want to.
“Circe, what’s up, girl? Are you up for performing a ritual tonight?” I asked, giving her neck a light scratch. She responded with a meow before nuzzling her face in my hand. This fluffy, little thing tried her to fill the void in my heart which could only be filled by love.
“Alright, why don’t you wait here while I go and get everything ready for the ritual?” However, Circe chose to follow me as I headed towards the attic. The attic was where my altar was and basically everything related to my craft. It offered me peace and privacy which was essential for any witch when she needed to perform any ritual or spell.
As soon as I entered the attic I headed straight for the cabinet which held all my candles and incense. Taking a few red candles out, I moved on to the other cabinet which contained my herbs and oils. Circe did not leave my side for even a second, her tail flicking over my leg every few seconds.
While I was searching for the herbs which were needed for the ritual, the doorbell rang. I frowned, wondering who it could be. Glancing out the window had me looking at the moon which was full and bright. Where had the time gone? This was strange, I was usually aware of my surroundings.
The bell rang again before I placed the items I already picked out on the table before going downstairs to see who it was. I didn’t understand why I was getting such a strange feeling in my heart as I descended the stairs. Was my intuition trying to tell me something? But I couldn’t understand what it was.
I took a deep breath before grabbing the door knob and opening the door. When I saw the stranger standing in front of me, I could do nothing but stare at him.
He looked as if he had descended straight from heaven with blonde hair which I was sure looked golden in the sunlight and crystal, blue eyes which made mine look freaky in return. He was easily over six feet tall and made me look tiny in comparison. His muscular body made me wonder just how many hours did he spend at the gym. The man was perfection.
And I wanted this perfection.
“Hi. Good evening. How may I help you?” I asked with the most beautiful smile I could muster. I wonder what this man was doing here. I had never seen him before but his face looked familiar to me. Where had I seen him?
“You are Evanora, yes?” The man enquired. His voice was hot enough to melt my panties off, making it difficult for me to maintain my composure. For some reason I wanted this man to like me, and not treat me like how everybody else did.
“That is correct. Why don’t you come in and we can discuss whatever it is that you came here for,” I suggested, opening the door wider so he could enter.
When he entered my house, it felt different, as if he was meant to be here. Strange, I never got this feeling from any of my other clients. So what was so different about him?
“Would you like some tea or coffee?” I questioned. Why did this man make me feel so happy? What was wrong with me?
“Look, lady, I don’t have time for your formal questions. My sister is ill and I want you to help her,” he stated. His face told me that he really didn’t want to be here but had no choice.
“Why don’t you sit down and tell me what is it that you’re really here for,” I said, trying not to let his words affect me. I knew he did not like me nor did he wish to associate with me. He, just like all my other clients was here because no one else could help him.
The man sighed before flopping down on the chair. I sat across from him and waited for him to speak, ignoring the pain in my heart. Why couldn’t I ever get what I wanted? I helped so many people, why couldn’t the universe, for once, give me what I wanted, because I wanted this man.
“My sister has been ill for a while. The doctors did everything they could to help her but they cannot understand what is wrong with her. And now, after weeks of running tests and rejecting one diagnosis after another, the doctors have given up. My sister…she continues to get worse and worse. And now the doctors are saying that she does not have a lot of time left. I cannot lose my sister; I refuse to accept it. You have to help her,” he said, pinning me with those crystal eyes.
“I’m afraid there is nothing I can do to help you. Nature has plans for your sister and if her death has been written then there is nothing I can do to reverse it.” Tampering with death never yielded good results and it was bound to have terrible consequences.
He looked at me like he couldn’t believe I was real. “What did you just say?”
“I’m sorry, but there is nothing I can do to help your sister.” I hated that I couldn’t help him. I knew that he would walk out of the door and never come back to see me. And though it pissed me off, I couldn’t go against the laws of nature.
“No.” The man shook his head. “You can’t do this. You have to help her. My friend told me that you know how to help my sister.”
“I’m sorry but going against the laws of nature has serious consequences. Cheating death comes with a hefty price.” I wondered what his name was. What would it be like if I wasn’t a witch and nobody hated me? Would this man take me out on a date?
“I don’t care what you have to do. I am not leaving until you agree to help my sister. I know you can do it and you will help her, or else—“
“Or else what?” If he thought, he could threaten me while sitting in my home then he had another thing coming.
“Or else you will suffer.” Those crystal, blue eyes which I loved so much hardened, making me wonder if he was actually the Devil.
“You should be careful about what you say to me.” I told him, giving him a pointed look. It was I who had the power to make him suffer, not him.
“Don’t underestimate my power, especially when you know nothing about me,” he replied.
My confidence faltered as my intuition advised caution. Was this man really as powerful as he claimed to be? If so, then I really needed to figure out who he was so I would know how to act around him.
“It is dangerous. Your sister can suffer. Making nature angry is never a wise decision,” I warned. I wished he would tell me his name so I could address him with it.
“I don’t care. I am not giving up on my sister and I will certainly not allow you to give up either. You will help her, otherwise I will have to take matters into my own hands and force you to help my sister,” he said. His words told me that he had way more power than I thought and it would be wise not to test his patience.
I sighed, wondering how to make him understand that what he was asking was too much. He did not understand that everybody had to die at the time and place which had been written for them. Cheating death resulted in dark consequences.
But this man was not going to give up. I could see it in the determined set of his chiseled jaw. He would not leave until I agreed to help him.
Maybe you can ask him to take you out on a date.
My mind lit up like a light bulb. Of course! Why had I not thought of it before? It was the perfect way to get rid of him. I could ask him to take me out on a date as payment and no man wanted to go on a date with me since they all considered me to be evil.
I took a deep breath. I had to do this. In order to abide by the laws of nature I had to have my heart broken by this beautiful man sitting before me, as I was a good witch and rarely ever practiced black magic.
“Fine. I will help your sister,” I said, making sure to keep my voice steady.
The man blinked a couple of times, surprised evident on his face. “You will?”
I nodded, hating the fact that I would soon be rejected by this man; one I clearly wanted to like me. “Yes, I will help your sister.”
“Good. I am glad you agreed. I am willing to pay whatever price you demand,” he responded with a soft smile.
“Good. I’m glad you said that because the price I am asking for is a little unconventional,” I said.
“Name it and it’s yours.” Wow, he thought I would be asking for money but when he’d find out I want him to take me out on a date, I was sure he would not be willing to pay.
“First, I would like to know your name,” I said, excitement brewing inside me like a love potion.
The man frowned. “Why? I thought it was not necessary for your clients to tell you their names.”
“I would like to know yours. Consider it a part of your payment,” I argued.
“Alright. My name is Camden. Camden Maverick.”
“I see.” That’s it. It was time. “Well Mr. Maverick, in return for helping your sister, I want you to…
“Take me out on a date.”